Making our way, on the lonely tar,
Thinking of life, so far.
Our eyes follow the bysides,
The view is oh so serene,
For the trees greet us with green.
A cabin stays over a pointy ridge,
Our footsteps trace the stony bridge
The door pivots to a barren couch
Interior that is rustic and unclean,
For the trees host us with green.
A hill elevates just a tractor away,
Filled with brown and hay.
Miniscule saps rise to the sun,
Their First breath grants life sapeen
For the trees guide us with green.
Mud, sand and rocks do pass,
Our path, void of grass
Earthly creatures give us a peek
Flies hovering around, spoted by a beam,
For the trees shower us with green.
The expanded sight of settlements,
A plane field, full of sediments
A glint off a pond shines to our eyes,
T'is a brook, a life-stream,
For the trees juvinate us with green.
As clear a gem, was the water,
Housed by fish and a sunkun quarter.
Dipping in the ice-cold ,
Sipping on the life, no chlorine,
For the trees cleansed us with green.
The sun dried our clothes in a suntime,
Berries indigo, oh so divine
Sweet and sour, the food of gods.
Time it is half past seventeen,
For the trees feed us with green.
The Sun is retreating, lighting up the sky,
Shade it is, hard to come by.
The night took over just as then
The Stars make a big bear foreseen,
For the trees shelter us with green
